Can I just mention … my favourite sweet shop in Ireland? Seemingly always busy, especially with the after-school- and after-work-crowd, who drop in to pick up a selection of favourites. Dispensed the old way, from big jars (albeit the plastic variety). Weighed, not pre-packed. Made up into any combination you like. With the old favourites and more esoteric flavours. From the chewy to the brittle. From the sweet to the sour.
Whenever we see one of these shops, we simply have to enter (and rarely leave without at least a small selection of goodies). There is a good one in Wexford Town. We also very much lied the upmarket one in Strasbourg (that is in Alsace, not in Ireland, just in case you should wonder). And recently in Hanau (Hesse, Germany, thanks for asking) we plundered one for the ginger stuff Dad so likes. But …
This little shop in Belfast, just a short distance from the bustle of the main street, in an unassuming row of ramshackle buildings threatened be redevelopment, is our firm favourite. And always worth a visit. Though it does not exactly sell “penny sweets” any more, we are far more likely to spend a few Pounds here. In Winetavern Street, just opposite Smithfield Market (… and with the added risk to my own pocket money of a model shop being there as well …).
And gain a few pounds, if we are not careful … good thing the drive to Belfast is quite long. Good from a health perspective. Though I could have one of those coconut-flavoured marshmallow mushrooms right now. Must resist. Must resist.
Resistance is futile!